POKE YOU WITH A STICK
SCREEEEEEEEECHH-
a h e m.
you have triggered an unskippable cut scene-
>:3 excerpt from something I’m working on-
(it’s drafty, sorry bout that)
Jetfire felt lost, he was floating, with zero sense of where he was or what was happening. Most concerning was the amount of rage he felt from Jetstorm's end, the icy cold so uncharacteristic of his twin. What gotten him so riled up? He tried to get closer to his twin's spark—which felt so far away that it hurt— but hit something blindly. Glass? Where was he?! What was happening?!
No matter where he went he was met with glass, boxing him in with nowhere to go. Despair took ahold of his spark and he had no way to let it all loose except to send it over to his twin. He didn't want to, but it was automatic. All of his fear and panic rushed over the twin bond like a tidal wave. The rage barreling back across with notes of concern-longing-sorrow, made Jetfire more frantic to get back to his other half. A low chuckle made him freeze after he bounced off of the glass harmlessly once again.
"Why so frantic? It's not like you can go anywhere without your body."
